Slipstream is a prose poem about irrational disappointment that follows nonsensical expectations. This disappointment prevents the narrator from living in the moment; instead, the narrator perseverates on the past until they move their mind beyond the self-made pain.

In this poem, the phrase “cricket songs scratch the drums” represents the mental anguish caused by silence during a period of waiting to hear from a loved one who remains silent.

Listen to me read Slipstream

I’m weary from missing you in the slipstream following beautiful moments gone awry in my heart.

Cricket songs scratch the drums.

Blood of the heart song spills into yesterday reassurances. They flow down the drain with sludge from the storm.

Cricket songs scratch the drums.

I lick rain from my wrist to savor hopes before they’re forgotten.

Cricket songs scratch the drums.

Bleeding is easier now–like a memory slipping to sleep.

Cricket songs scratch the drums.

I’m weary from missing you in the slipstream following beautiful moments.

Your lovely dark haunts my dreams while cricket songs scratch the drums.

Let them bleed my heart–bleed hard–so that I may live again.

Dew on Northwind Switchgrass
© Ann Garcia November 2020

Do you sometimes get lost in the slipstream?

© Ann Garcia